Snowrise

A Transfiguration Poem During Advent

A snowy morning walk in Maine

Snowrise

Waves of snow fields

Reflect the sunrise.

Fields of rose, sapphire, orange.

And then the shift of sun –

Higher –

Brings back the white.

All white.

Why, then, world still,

Do you alone, little snowflake,

Glimmer in a sea of white?

Crystalline –

Pure –

When others absorb the light?

Maybe you,

Uniquely,

Are designed,

Aligned,

To radiate,

Shine,

Glow,

Transfigure.

More than mere ice,

You become light-mirror.

And how, then, when Your face beamed–

Pure,

whole,

divine –

Did James hide his eyes?

More than mere man,

You are the light-giver.